So, I was in an awkward position tonight. I misjudged the amount of gas I needed to get back home, to the extent that being behind any slow car would leave me by the side of the road. I live 30 miles from my workplace. Any money I could withdraw doesn't become available until 6am. I called my parents and I got the "How could you put yourself in this position?" spiel. Like I'm calling from jail. Also, sleeping in my car for the night or losing my new job and starting the unemployment process again? You can guess what I was thinking.

After exhausting every avenue I could think of, I put on the hat of the supplicant. I begged. I pleaded. I appealed to decency and a small amount of pity. Someone was willing to spot me a small amount for gas. I'm grateful for his charity, but I hate it at the same time. Given how my family reacts to any charity that's asked for, can you blame me?

It's not even poverty that put me in that position. It's just bad timing. Also, if my gas had held up even a tiny bit better, I would have made it to 6am. I do want to pay that young man back. In a nod to the Lannisters from Game of Thrones, Aurelius pays his debts.